“Sounds good, but—” Roz searched for the right words. “Why don’t we save ourselves for later? That shower can easily fit three.”
Anna played with Roz’ fingers, a sign of either excitement or nerves. Roz guessed it was a mixture of both. “You have a dirty mind, Mrs Parker-Ellis.”
“Not dirtier than yours.” Roz ran a fingertip over Anna’s cheek. “Which is why we’re so good together.”
“What’s our plan of action?”
Roz felt the excitement grow in her belly now that Anna had as good as verbally agreed—as good as she ever would, anyway. “Hope she’s having dinner at the beach club again tonight, for starters.”
“By herself, with only some lesbian literature as company.”
“We can do it old-school. Send her a drink.”
“Or maybe one of us should approach her alone.”
“But she already knows we’re t
